Cupid did fire the arrow straight,

On the mark it did hit;

Of love I did not contemplate;

Feelings were counterfeit.

Now that the blindness has been eased;

The pierced heart has bled,

And love’s hunger has been released;

Never again to be held.

Much is left and understated

What  still  is mystery,

Are the years spent wasted;

Such time and energy.

Journeys end to begin again,

With lovers side by side;

Fired up it cannot be constrained,

Two loves cross the divide.